Black Temple Gaurdian
01-08-11, 10:40 AM
But still contains super powers. Since I'm not allowed to "advertise" (read: link to another sight that is actually dedicate to this stuff, which is about the topic and thus completely on-topic), I'll just post it here. Athough there's bits I plan to rewrite. Well kinda. Depending on public opinion. Anyway, it's a Harry Potter, Bioshock crossover, enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Harry felt as the Basilisk's poison seeped through his body. Tom stood over him laughing.
"Thought you could win?" Tom asked, his voice soft and taunting. "Not a chance."
"You shouldn't have done that." Harry spat as the venom started taking effect. "You really shouldn't of done that." He rose shakily to his feet.
"Really?" Tom asked, his voice full of mocking curiosity, "Why ever not?"
"Because-" Harry stammered out, "-no one fucks with me."
And with the last of his strength he ripped the fang out of his shoulder and slammed it into the book. Ink spurting everywhere and Tom's pain-filled screaming blurred in and out of vision as Harry felt, and saw, the blackness envelope him. Then there was nothing, no pain, no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk's venom, just emptiness. But there, on the edge of his hearing was a sound, the most beautiful sound. As the sound grew louder the source reviled itself, a Phoenix. Only this was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring and, dangerous, phoenix Harry had ever seen. It's wings and body were a flame, except there was no body, just flame. As it grew closer Harry blinked in surprise, it was massive. The phoenix landed and turned to face Harry.
"Do not fear, young one. I come in peace." It spoke into Harry's mind. It's voice commanded respect, no, it's voice forced respect. No one could hear a voice like that and not respect the speaker.
"You died. You should not of died. Beware Harry Potter, your path will be dangerous. You will be reborn. And like a newborn you will be naked and defenceless at first. Take care Harry Potter, for now it is time to return to the living."
The phoenix's flames grew and engulfed Harry. They didn't hurt, but they still stung. A particularly painful jolt forced his eyes open and even in this disoriented state he could tell two things, he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets and he was naked. Damn that "god" was being literal. "Wait... god?" The trail of thought was rather suddenly cut off when the doors in front of him opened and water poured in. He had to think fast or die. Harry wasn't exceptionally bright, not like Hermione, but he had a knack for doing the impossible. So when a bubble-head charm appeared around him he wasn't surprised, even though such charm wasn't taught for a few years yet. Not to mention that he'd done so wandlessly.
The pressure crushed in on him, threatening to kill him. He had to get rid of this water. Glancing around he spotted a lever, above it faded gold words read "Emergency Draining Controls". Harry swam to it and, with effort, pulled down the lever. Nothing happened. Shit. Next to the lever a screen flickered on. It read "Airlock seal broken." Well that was just great. Oh well, at least there was only one way to go. He swam up the stairs and around the corner, under a partially closed door and up some more stairs. It was almost fun, if it weren't for the crushing pressure. Then he came face to face with the problem. The airlock door had buckled and the central piece was missing. Praying it'd work, Harry concentrated on the word "Repairo" and waved his hand. Two things happened. On one hand the door straightened out and the central piece flew back into position. On the other, his bubble-head charm failed. He tried and failed to get it to return. Tried again. Failed. Now running out of oxygen and panicking madly, Harry swam as fast as he could back down stairs. Halfway down the second set of steps he let out a breath despite himself. Suddenly he was in front of the lever. He grasped at it and forced it down. He smiled as the water started to drain away, then he blacked out.
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
"She's conscious Brigid! She's conscious!"
"All right, put her under whilst I attempt to merge the DNA of the little one and the slug."
...
"Hello? Can you here me? Hello?"
"Hello?" Harry called back. Only it wasn't his voice, it was the voice of a young girl.
"Good, no signs of mental trauma. The operation was a complete success."
A crash. Gunfire. Screams. The table falls infront of her. People moving about. The door shutting. The cold.
...
"Little one! Are you okay?"
"Where- Where am I?" Harry heard himself reply in that same girl's voice.
"Hmm, loss of memory. This could be, useful. Your name is Lily Evans, and you're in Rapture. Tell me little one, would you like to see your family?"
...
"Thank you Heir Evans, thank you for saving the little one."
"I'll raise her as my own."
~~Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
Footsteps, coming closer. Two sets, one small on very large. Stopping... Where were they? Right next him. Great, time to open our eyes. Two figures stood over him, a small girl with glowing yellow eyes and a very tatty dress and a massive, hulking... thing.
"Look daddy, it's an angel! I can see the light coming from his belly! Wait, he's still breathing. Don't worry, he'll be an angel soon enough."
As they walked away the darkness re-encompassed him.
"Daddy? Daddy wake up. It's time to play." Standing above him was another little girl, only her dress was a lot cleaner. Groggily, Harry stood up. As he looked around him he froze. It was obvious where the water had come from now. Taking up most of one wall was a series of massive windows. But that wasn't what made him freeze. Outside the window was an impossible sight. Before him loomed a massive city complete with neon signs, on what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean.
A/N: This is a lot harder than expected.
Or Chapter 1?:
A/N: Chapter 1 has been rewritten. It's now longer (hopefully) and contains more backstory (well, kinda).
Chapter 1:
Harry felt as the Basilisk's poison seeped through his body. Tom stood over him laughing.
"Thought you could win?" Tom asked, his voice soft and taunting. "Not a chance."
"You shouldn't have done that." Harry spat as the venom started taking effect. "You really shouldn't of done that." He rose shakily to his feet.
"Really?" Tom asked, his voice full of mocking curiosity, "Why ever not?"
"Because-" Harry stammered out, "-no one fucks with me."
And with the last of his strength he ripped the fang out of his shoulder and slammed it into the book. Ink spurting everywhere and Tom's pain-filled screaming blurred in and out of vision as Harry felt, and saw, the blackness envelope him. Then there was nothing, no pain, no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk's venom, just emptiness. But there, on the edge of his hearing was a sound, the most beautiful sound. As the sound grew louder the it became distinguishable, Phoenix song. Only this was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring song Harry had ever heard. It sung of rebirth and new life. Then it began to take form, it's wings and body were a flame, except there was no body, just flame. As it grew closer Harry blinked in surprise, it was massive. The phoenix landed and turned to face Harry.
"The road is long and winding," It spoke into Harry's mind. It's voice commanded respect, no, it's voice forced respect. No one could hear a voice like that and not respect the speaker.
"You died. You should not of died. We have come to a fork in the path. You will be reborn. Great challenges await you on either path. Take care Harry Potter, for now it is time to return to the living."
The phoenix's flames grew and engulfed Harry. They didn't hurt, but they still stung. A particularly painful jolt forced his eyes open and even in this disoriented state he could tell two things, he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets and he was naked. Suddenly a pair of doors in front of him opened and water poured in. He had to think fast or die. Harry wasn't exceptionally bright, not like Hermione, but he had a knack for doing the impossible. So when a bubble-head charm appeared around him he wasn't surprised, even though such charm wasn't taught for a few years yet. Not to mention that he'd done so wandlessly.
The pressure crushed in on him, threatening to kill him. He had to get rid of this water. Glancing around he spotted a lever, above it faded gold words read "Emergency Draining Controls". Harry swam to it and, with effort, pulled down the lever. Nothing happened. Shit. Next to the lever a screen flickered on. It read "Airlock seal broken." Well that was just great. Oh well, at least there was only one way to go. He swam up the stairs and around the corner, under a partially closed door and up some more stairs. It was almost fun, if it weren't for the crushing pressure. Then he came face to face with the problem. The airlock door had buckled and the central piece was missing. Praying it'd work, Harry concentrated on the word "Repairo" and waved his hand. Two things happened. On one hand the door straightened out and the central piece flew back into position. On the other, his bubble-head charm failed. He tried and failed to get it to return. Tried again. Failed. Now running out of oxygen and panicking madly, Harry swam as fast as he could back down stairs. Halfway down the second set of steps he let out a breath despite himself. Suddenly he was in front of the lever. He grasped at it and forced it down. He smiled as the water started to drain away, then he blacked out.
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
"Let me know if her condition improves."
“Of course. Wait! Sophia! She is conscious!”
A woman hurried into view.
“Eleanor? Can you hear me? Do you recognise who I am?”
“Mother?”
“That's right Eleanor, rest now.”
As her vision faded she caught the tail end of her mother's conversation.
“-what has the implantation done?”
“Well, every cell in her body is ADAM based. It also appears that she can filter and produce ADAM like the slug-”
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
Footsteps, coming closer. Two sets, one small on very large. Stopping... Where were they? Right next him. Great, time to open our eyes. Two figures stood over him, a small girl with glowing yellow eyes and a very tatty dress and a massive, hulking... thing.
"Look daddy, it's an angel! I can see the light coming from his belly! Wait, he's still breathing. Don't worry, he'll be an angel soon enough."
As they walked away the darkness re-encompassed him.
Groggily, Harry stood up. As he looked around him he froze. It was obvious where the water had come from now. Taking up most of one wall was a series of massive windows. But that wasn't what made him freeze. Outside the window was an impossible sight. Before him loomed a massive city complete with neon signs, on what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean. He shook himself from the eerily beautiful scene and started to explore a little. There were some clothes in trunks but they were all completely soaked, to the point of disintegrating in his hands. He carried on back towards where the airlock was, seeing no other way out. As the airlock door opened he could see what had caused the flooding. Half of an aeroplane was stuck out of the side of the passage, to big for his magic to move.
“First time splicing's got a kick like a mule, but there's nothing better than a fist full o' lightning now is there?”
He shook his head and looked behind him. He could of sworn he was stood a couple of feet back from where he was with what appeared to be electricity coursing through his arm. Slowly he ascended the stairs to the balcony above.
He walked up to the machine and picked up the jar. Taking the syringe he extracted the liquid inside and injected it into one of his vein. Pain filled his vision as his muscles spasmed. He gripped the railing in attempt to stay upright. Another spasm and the ground was rushing up to greet him personally.
He fell forwards, hitting the stairs with a thud. He picked himself up warily and proceeded up the stairs. In front of him was the machine he'd just seen in his vision. He reached forward to take the bottle but his hands brushed against air. Looking more carefully the machine was empty. He sighed and walked back downstairs. He picked his way through the wreck of a plane and into the next area. There was another one of those machines he'd fallen out of and a weird glowing syringe capsule, which he pocketed, but other than that there was nothing of interest. He proceeded up the stairs to discover an atrium of sorts with six elevators. Of course only one was working so his choice was simple.
As the elevator ascended he took a good look at the city. Parts of it were crumbling and in disrepair, whilst others were faded and damp. It was obvious there had been a leak, which had been patched up, but no sign of inhabitants. The lift arrived at its destination with a simple 'ding' and Harry stepped off. He stepped through the door on his right. Then ducked behind the bar. Two people with mean-looking machine guns waded through the dining area. Unfortunately, they heard him. As he popped his head up several shots whirled overhead. He through a bottle in the general direction but it missed. Suddenly the bullets stopped as both people reloaded. He dived for a pillar by the stairs. One of the people lit a make-shift grenade and through it at him. Instinctively he raised his hands across his face and the grenade went flying back, impacted a window and exploded. Water poured in catching everyone off guard and throwing them to the floor. Slowly blast shields raised over the windows, shutting off the water flow. Harry started to get to his feet but stopped when he looked up. Infront of him stood both of his foes, their guns pointed at him.
A/N: This is a lot harder than expected.
Which is better?
Of course, I would link you to the site and have this be a discussion thread, but apparently that's ADVERTISING.
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Point made.
Chapter 1:
Harry felt as the Basilisk's poison seeped through his body. Tom stood over him laughing.
"Thought you could win?" Tom asked, his voice soft and taunting. "Not a chance."
"You shouldn't have done that." Harry spat as the venom started taking effect. "You really shouldn't of done that." He rose shakily to his feet.
"Really?" Tom asked, his voice full of mocking curiosity, "Why ever not?"
"Because-" Harry stammered out, "-no one fucks with me."
And with the last of his strength he ripped the fang out of his shoulder and slammed it into the book. Ink spurting everywhere and Tom's pain-filled screaming blurred in and out of vision as Harry felt, and saw, the blackness envelope him. Then there was nothing, no pain, no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk's venom, just emptiness. But there, on the edge of his hearing was a sound, the most beautiful sound. As the sound grew louder the source reviled itself, a Phoenix. Only this was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring and, dangerous, phoenix Harry had ever seen. It's wings and body were a flame, except there was no body, just flame. As it grew closer Harry blinked in surprise, it was massive. The phoenix landed and turned to face Harry.
"Do not fear, young one. I come in peace." It spoke into Harry's mind. It's voice commanded respect, no, it's voice forced respect. No one could hear a voice like that and not respect the speaker.
"You died. You should not of died. Beware Harry Potter, your path will be dangerous. You will be reborn. And like a newborn you will be naked and defenceless at first. Take care Harry Potter, for now it is time to return to the living."
The phoenix's flames grew and engulfed Harry. They didn't hurt, but they still stung. A particularly painful jolt forced his eyes open and even in this disoriented state he could tell two things, he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets and he was naked. Damn that "god" was being literal. "Wait... god?" The trail of thought was rather suddenly cut off when the doors in front of him opened and water poured in. He had to think fast or die. Harry wasn't exceptionally bright, not like Hermione, but he had a knack for doing the impossible. So when a bubble-head charm appeared around him he wasn't surprised, even though such charm wasn't taught for a few years yet. Not to mention that he'd done so wandlessly.
The pressure crushed in on him, threatening to kill him. He had to get rid of this water. Glancing around he spotted a lever, above it faded gold words read "Emergency Draining Controls". Harry swam to it and, with effort, pulled down the lever. Nothing happened. Shit. Next to the lever a screen flickered on. It read "Airlock seal broken." Well that was just great. Oh well, at least there was only one way to go. He swam up the stairs and around the corner, under a partially closed door and up some more stairs. It was almost fun, if it weren't for the crushing pressure. Then he came face to face with the problem. The airlock door had buckled and the central piece was missing. Praying it'd work, Harry concentrated on the word "Repairo" and waved his hand. Two things happened. On one hand the door straightened out and the central piece flew back into position. On the other, his bubble-head charm failed. He tried and failed to get it to return. Tried again. Failed. Now running out of oxygen and panicking madly, Harry swam as fast as he could back down stairs. Halfway down the second set of steps he let out a breath despite himself. Suddenly he was in front of the lever. He grasped at it and forced it down. He smiled as the water started to drain away, then he blacked out.
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
"She's conscious Brigid! She's conscious!"
"All right, put her under whilst I attempt to merge the DNA of the little one and the slug."
...
"Hello? Can you here me? Hello?"
"Hello?" Harry called back. Only it wasn't his voice, it was the voice of a young girl.
"Good, no signs of mental trauma. The operation was a complete success."
A crash. Gunfire. Screams. The table falls infront of her. People moving about. The door shutting. The cold.
...
"Little one! Are you okay?"
"Where- Where am I?" Harry heard himself reply in that same girl's voice.
"Hmm, loss of memory. This could be, useful. Your name is Lily Evans, and you're in Rapture. Tell me little one, would you like to see your family?"
...
"Thank you Heir Evans, thank you for saving the little one."
"I'll raise her as my own."
~~Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
Footsteps, coming closer. Two sets, one small on very large. Stopping... Where were they? Right next him. Great, time to open our eyes. Two figures stood over him, a small girl with glowing yellow eyes and a very tatty dress and a massive, hulking... thing.
"Look daddy, it's an angel! I can see the light coming from his belly! Wait, he's still breathing. Don't worry, he'll be an angel soon enough."
As they walked away the darkness re-encompassed him.
"Daddy? Daddy wake up. It's time to play." Standing above him was another little girl, only her dress was a lot cleaner. Groggily, Harry stood up. As he looked around him he froze. It was obvious where the water had come from now. Taking up most of one wall was a series of massive windows. But that wasn't what made him freeze. Outside the window was an impossible sight. Before him loomed a massive city complete with neon signs, on what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean.
A/N: This is a lot harder than expected.
Or Chapter 1?:
A/N: Chapter 1 has been rewritten. It's now longer (hopefully) and contains more backstory (well, kinda).
Chapter 1:
Harry felt as the Basilisk's poison seeped through his body. Tom stood over him laughing.
"Thought you could win?" Tom asked, his voice soft and taunting. "Not a chance."
"You shouldn't have done that." Harry spat as the venom started taking effect. "You really shouldn't of done that." He rose shakily to his feet.
"Really?" Tom asked, his voice full of mocking curiosity, "Why ever not?"
"Because-" Harry stammered out, "-no one fucks with me."
And with the last of his strength he ripped the fang out of his shoulder and slammed it into the book. Ink spurting everywhere and Tom's pain-filled screaming blurred in and out of vision as Harry felt, and saw, the blackness envelope him. Then there was nothing, no pain, no Tom Riddle, no Basilisk's venom, just emptiness. But there, on the edge of his hearing was a sound, the most beautiful sound. As the sound grew louder the it became distinguishable, Phoenix song. Only this was the most beautiful, awe-inspiring song Harry had ever heard. It sung of rebirth and new life. Then it began to take form, it's wings and body were a flame, except there was no body, just flame. As it grew closer Harry blinked in surprise, it was massive. The phoenix landed and turned to face Harry.
"The road is long and winding," It spoke into Harry's mind. It's voice commanded respect, no, it's voice forced respect. No one could hear a voice like that and not respect the speaker.
"You died. You should not of died. We have come to a fork in the path. You will be reborn. Great challenges await you on either path. Take care Harry Potter, for now it is time to return to the living."
The phoenix's flames grew and engulfed Harry. They didn't hurt, but they still stung. A particularly painful jolt forced his eyes open and even in this disoriented state he could tell two things, he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets and he was naked. Suddenly a pair of doors in front of him opened and water poured in. He had to think fast or die. Harry wasn't exceptionally bright, not like Hermione, but he had a knack for doing the impossible. So when a bubble-head charm appeared around him he wasn't surprised, even though such charm wasn't taught for a few years yet. Not to mention that he'd done so wandlessly.
The pressure crushed in on him, threatening to kill him. He had to get rid of this water. Glancing around he spotted a lever, above it faded gold words read "Emergency Draining Controls". Harry swam to it and, with effort, pulled down the lever. Nothing happened. Shit. Next to the lever a screen flickered on. It read "Airlock seal broken." Well that was just great. Oh well, at least there was only one way to go. He swam up the stairs and around the corner, under a partially closed door and up some more stairs. It was almost fun, if it weren't for the crushing pressure. Then he came face to face with the problem. The airlock door had buckled and the central piece was missing. Praying it'd work, Harry concentrated on the word "Repairo" and waved his hand. Two things happened. On one hand the door straightened out and the central piece flew back into position. On the other, his bubble-head charm failed. He tried and failed to get it to return. Tried again. Failed. Now running out of oxygen and panicking madly, Harry swam as fast as he could back down stairs. Halfway down the second set of steps he let out a breath despite himself. Suddenly he was in front of the lever. He grasped at it and forced it down. He smiled as the water started to drain away, then he blacked out.
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
"Let me know if her condition improves."
“Of course. Wait! Sophia! She is conscious!”
A woman hurried into view.
“Eleanor? Can you hear me? Do you recognise who I am?”
“Mother?”
“That's right Eleanor, rest now.”
As her vision faded she caught the tail end of her mother's conversation.
“-what has the implantation done?”
“Well, every cell in her body is ADAM based. It also appears that she can filter and produce ADAM like the slug-”
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
~~ Of The Ashes ~~
Footsteps, coming closer. Two sets, one small on very large. Stopping... Where were they? Right next him. Great, time to open our eyes. Two figures stood over him, a small girl with glowing yellow eyes and a very tatty dress and a massive, hulking... thing.
"Look daddy, it's an angel! I can see the light coming from his belly! Wait, he's still breathing. Don't worry, he'll be an angel soon enough."
As they walked away the darkness re-encompassed him.
Groggily, Harry stood up. As he looked around him he froze. It was obvious where the water had come from now. Taking up most of one wall was a series of massive windows. But that wasn't what made him freeze. Outside the window was an impossible sight. Before him loomed a massive city complete with neon signs, on what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean. He shook himself from the eerily beautiful scene and started to explore a little. There were some clothes in trunks but they were all completely soaked, to the point of disintegrating in his hands. He carried on back towards where the airlock was, seeing no other way out. As the airlock door opened he could see what had caused the flooding. Half of an aeroplane was stuck out of the side of the passage, to big for his magic to move.
“First time splicing's got a kick like a mule, but there's nothing better than a fist full o' lightning now is there?”
He shook his head and looked behind him. He could of sworn he was stood a couple of feet back from where he was with what appeared to be electricity coursing through his arm. Slowly he ascended the stairs to the balcony above.
He walked up to the machine and picked up the jar. Taking the syringe he extracted the liquid inside and injected it into one of his vein. Pain filled his vision as his muscles spasmed. He gripped the railing in attempt to stay upright. Another spasm and the ground was rushing up to greet him personally.
He fell forwards, hitting the stairs with a thud. He picked himself up warily and proceeded up the stairs. In front of him was the machine he'd just seen in his vision. He reached forward to take the bottle but his hands brushed against air. Looking more carefully the machine was empty. He sighed and walked back downstairs. He picked his way through the wreck of a plane and into the next area. There was another one of those machines he'd fallen out of and a weird glowing syringe capsule, which he pocketed, but other than that there was nothing of interest. He proceeded up the stairs to discover an atrium of sorts with six elevators. Of course only one was working so his choice was simple.
As the elevator ascended he took a good look at the city. Parts of it were crumbling and in disrepair, whilst others were faded and damp. It was obvious there had been a leak, which had been patched up, but no sign of inhabitants. The lift arrived at its destination with a simple 'ding' and Harry stepped off. He stepped through the door on his right. Then ducked behind the bar. Two people with mean-looking machine guns waded through the dining area. Unfortunately, they heard him. As he popped his head up several shots whirled overhead. He through a bottle in the general direction but it missed. Suddenly the bullets stopped as both people reloaded. He dived for a pillar by the stairs. One of the people lit a make-shift grenade and through it at him. Instinctively he raised his hands across his face and the grenade went flying back, impacted a window and exploded. Water poured in catching everyone off guard and throwing them to the floor. Slowly blast shields raised over the windows, shutting off the water flow. Harry started to get to his feet but stopped when he looked up. Infront of him stood both of his foes, their guns pointed at him.
A/N: This is a lot harder than expected.
Which is better?
Of course, I would link you to the site and have this be a discussion thread, but apparently that's ADVERTISING.
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Point made.